This column is a warning to all of you who may think that traveling with the Arizona Wildcat Women’s Basketball Team is, in any way, glamorous or prestigious.The following is a record of two days in the life of a Women’s Basketball Broadcaster:

Saturday, Nov. 25:

2 p.m. I drag myself out of a food induced Thanksgiving coma to the airport.

2:45 p.m. I arrive at the gate to find holiday chaos made more threatening by the bars that have been placed in the middle of the gate area.I ask myself, “Do pilots drink?”

4 p.m. We’re on our way to Phoenix.Why are we flying to Phoenix to go to El Paso?

6 p.m. We’re on our way to El Paso.Why did we have to fly to Phoenix to go to El Paso?

6:01 p.m. There is no leg-space.

6:02 p.m. There is no air on the plane.

6:03 p.m. I realize it’s the warmest plane I’ve ever been on.

6:04 p.m. Why did we have to fly to Phoenix to get to El Paso?

7 p.m. I arrive at the luxurious El PasoAirport.I ask if this is Mexico.A man who doesn’t understand English points south.I see Mexico.

7:30 p.m. We’re on the bus and headed for dinner.The bus driver doesn’t stop talking. I am getting a free tour of El Paso.I asked him if this was Mexico.He pointed south.I saw Mexico.

7:45 p.m. I’m seated at dinner.The company is wonderful and the food is fantastic.